001: [ holo ] curiouser and curiouser
“Good afternoon, Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce, how may I -“ The polished telephone manner is rudely interrupted by a gasp of shock, as manicured fingers now clutch at empty space where a receiver used to be.
Joan stares disbelievingly at the unwelcoming metal interior of the arrival room for a second, before raising an unsteady hand to her forehead and closing her eyes, as if she suspects this all to be a by-product of a very unusual dizzy spell.
It becomes abundantly obvious when she opens them again that this is no dizzy spell. Resisting the urge to panic, she takes a deep breath, mechanically smoothing the front of her dress out of habit. “Hello?” she calls, revolving on the spot in exceptionally high heels. “Is there anybody here?” A pause, and then: “Roger? Don?”
It was something to do with the hotel, it had to be. She must have blacked out, stumbled into a storage room or something - although her gut told her that this looked nothing like any storage room she’d ever laid eyes on, and that she wasn’t in the habit of stumbling. Taking a ginger step towards the pedestal, she catches sight of the tablet. “What in the world..?”
Joan stares disbelievingly at the unwelcoming metal interior of the arrival room for a second, before raising an unsteady hand to her forehead and closing her eyes, as if she suspects this all to be a by-product of a very unusual dizzy spell.
It becomes abundantly obvious when she opens them again that this is no dizzy spell. Resisting the urge to panic, she takes a deep breath, mechanically smoothing the front of her dress out of habit. “Hello?” she calls, revolving on the spot in exceptionally high heels. “Is there anybody here?” A pause, and then: “Roger? Don?”
It was something to do with the hotel, it had to be. She must have blacked out, stumbled into a storage room or something - although her gut told her that this looked nothing like any storage room she’d ever laid eyes on, and that she wasn’t in the habit of stumbling. Taking a ginger step towards the pedestal, she catches sight of the tablet. “What in the world..?”